June 5th
The dragon sighting seems to have turned many an unrepentant soul to religion. Nothing is quite so comforting as knowing that the Gods are on your side when a horrible fire-breathing beast flies overhead. Many a frightened person has come in off the street asking us about the Mother and Her love. We tell her that all things, dragons included, are Her Children. But like any good mortal mother, she will protect her weaker offspring from her stronger ones because she loves us all equally. (note: Many means as many as 5! More than in months past!)
I swear I would have been a priestess if I had been born into any other family. A Geoffry who isn't summoning something or trying to manipulate it in horrible ways just isn't a Geoffry. Only after the accident my magic changed into something more defensive. Perhaps someday I will talk to Auntie about it. Someday.
Perrit is getting more comfortable with preaching. I've asked him to write me a short printable document we can take to the press.
June 4th
I hope Auntie receives my letter soon. I wrote to tell her of the exciting sighting we had here. I've had a few nightmares about it but that's to be expected. Small children are often told to behave or the invisible dragons will gobble them up. Funny how I never dreamed about them until now but it makes sense; I have something to visualize now.
Since the Vorakians have yet to return with a trophy head, I can only assume the dragon lives. Or they took it to Icara to the Armory. Oh dear. I hope that's not the case...
June 1st
Things have calmed down now that the dragon has most certainly left. I ought to find Reginald and get his opinion on this. Surely he knows more about them than most! The hubbub here at the Tower is incredible. No one has seen a dragon in centuries so to see one flying so close to a massive human settlement is worrysome. But it doesn't feel evil. I don't have a sense of impending doom (more than I usually do) and the world isn't coming to an end (again) so all should be fine.
May 30th
Lady of all, that was the most amazing yet frightening thing I've ever seen. No wonder Vartran worships them. They are awe inspiring. Reginald says the one he faced was just a baby but it still nearly killed him! A dragon.
(Below is an attempt at drawing what she saw)
A dragon, here. Vorak's children are up in arms, literally, and off to slay it. I wish them all the luck in the world, and I wish the beast all the luck in the world too. Something so majestic and magikal should be kept safe and studied. Think of all we could learn from it. My fellows back home in Karandia will be SO jealous.
Except for the Talons. They're so jaded. A shame, really. It was such a beautiful sight.
I think I'll go make sure there's a bucket of water nearby. Just in case.
May 28th
Such an odd play. I wonder why they kept getting Aubrecht's name wrong.
May 20th Such a pleasant chat with a Pontifex. I really do need to take his most gracious offer up and go visit Dominia. I have to study up before I do though! Learn more about this Magnus Rocks or whatever their king is named. I wonder what port it is they're referring to. East could mean Quivera. That'd be my guess. Oh well. Reggie will be interested in hearing this but I won't tell him about wanting to go visit. He'd not like that, I'm sure.
May 17th
It's been ages since I've been to a big formal dinner. Such fun! I'm so very glad there's dressmakers in the city who can easily fit something to me at such short notice. I've never met a Dominian before. I hope they speak good Common because I wouldn't know the first thing to say to them. I think Avey or something like that meants 'Hello!'
I simply must tell my darling about this. He's most interested in the Dominians. I wonder why they've brought so many large ships along. Is this a permanant visit or simply a port of call? So very curious!
May 15, 509
I had left Gesnor because of the strange sensations coming from the south. But it seems I left just before the king was assassinated. The poor Gesni. They must be in such a state of flux. I'm glad I left when I did. The last thing I want is to be caught up in someone elses civil war. I'd likely end up a hostage or something terrible!
I met one of Reggie's old friends, Vartran the priest of the Dragon Gods. Apparently that was the Red Sky, the sign of the return of the Dragons. I remember Portentate Elicie saying that was what he thought the sky was during the emergency Council meeting, one of the few I bothered to attend. Who knew our family seat could actually see the podium without squinting or using a visual enhancement? And Auntie said that in my parents' day it was CLOSER. Impressive. Even if that was by no small means a comment about my lack of magikal aptitude or lack of a family to re-instate our position. SHE could always marry if she wanted to. She's not -too- old to have a child, especially if I'm assisting the birth.
May the 13th.
I really do wish I knew what happened to dear Reginald Senior. Or is it Junior? Or does he simply go by Second? I don't know what is the proper term in the case but all the same...
None the less, there is work to be done here. And of course, I must not always work too hard. There is to be a celebration considering good news from Gesnor at a local pub. And they're welcoming whatever elves that are left in the city to join them as well. I've not seen the elves in ages. It's so very odd. Poor silly things. I wonder what news it is? Hopefully they've pushed back whatever horrible things lurk in Lindora. It's like watching a map burn in my head, only the fire is pitch black and cold and the paper itself screams as it is consumed.
Going out. Can't sleep again.
May the 10th, 509
Dear me, dear me. The flooding from the storm has done a lot of damage to the chapel. Perrit is surprised to see me rolling up my sleeves (so to speak!) and mopping up the floor. It's proved a fine learning example for me to show him how restorative magiks really do work. The 'memory' of the painting has helped restore it to the former glory. It's so hard to describe the abstract theories behind object 'memory' as opposed to personal soul memory. It's one thing to say 'Your body remembers you had an arm there' as opposed to 'The painting knows it's not supposed to have a big blurry wet splotch where the Mother's feet used to be.' Perrit shows promise, and it's always so NICE to have young men interested in the holy Mother.
Someone said something about a fight between a few of the guilds. The Mages assured me that they're not involved in this kind of ugly street brawling and I shouldn't worry myself, being a guest and whatnot. Besides; the city's street urchins know I don't carry coin on me but that I'll happily get them food or heal their bruises. I learned my lesson the first time they tried mugging me. Poor sweet things. I hope they'll take our missionary values at heart and accept the Mother's eternal love in place of the mothers they never knew.
May the 7th, 509
It's gotten dark rather quickly tonight. I had to light the candles earlier than I expected. Typically the sun doesn't set til-------------- *it appears the quill was scratched across the page in a fright with splatters of ink here and there*
Thank the sweet Mother the storm's dying down I don't think I peeked out from my room the entire time! It just made me feel all horrible inside and afraid for what might be lurking out in the vile weather. I haven't slept at all, nor opened my door to receive the meals the servants were bringing up. As shameful as it is to admit, I wish Reggie were here to let me know everything would be alright. But in all that plate he wears, his going out in a lightning storm might NOT be the best thing in the world...
June 5th
The dragon sighting seems to have turned many an unrepentant soul to religion. Nothing is quite so comforting as knowing that the Gods are on your side when a horrible fire-breathing beast flies overhead. Many a frightened person has come in off the street asking us about the Mother and Her love. We tell her that all things, dragons included, are Her Children. But like any good mortal mother, she will protect her weaker offspring from her stronger ones because she loves us all equally. (note: Many means as many as 5! More than in months past!)
I swear I would have been a priestess if I had been born into any other family. A Geoffry who isn't summoning something or trying to manipulate it in horrible ways just isn't a Geoffry. Only after the accident my magic changed into something more defensive. Perhaps someday I will talk to Auntie about it. Someday.
Perrit is getting more comfortable with preaching. I've asked him to write me a short printable document we can take to the press.
June 4th
I hope Auntie receives my letter soon. I wrote to tell her of the exciting sighting we had here. I've had a few nightmares about it but that's to be expected. Small children are often told to behave or the invisible dragons will gobble them up. Funny how I never dreamed about them until now but it makes sense; I have something to visualize now.
Since the Vorakians have yet to return with a trophy head, I can only assume the dragon lives. Or they took it to Icara to the Armory. Oh dear. I hope that's not the case...
June 1st
Things have calmed down now that the dragon has most certainly left. I ought to find Reginald and get his opinion on this. Surely he knows more about them than most! The hubbub here at the Tower is incredible. No one has seen a dragon in centuries so to see one flying so close to a massive human settlement is worrysome. But it doesn't feel evil. I don't have a sense of impending doom (more than I usually do) and the world isn't coming to an end (again) so all should be fine.
May 30th
Lady of all, that was the most amazing yet frightening thing I've ever seen. No wonder Vartran worships them. They are awe inspiring. Reginald says the one he faced was just a baby but it still nearly killed him! A dragon.
(Below is an attempt at drawing what she saw)
A dragon, here. Vorak's children are up in arms, literally, and off to slay it. I wish them all the luck in the world, and I wish the beast all the luck in the world too. Something so majestic and magikal should be kept safe and studied. Think of all we could learn from it. My fellows back home in Karandia will be SO jealous.
Except for the Talons. They're so jaded. A shame, really. It was such a beautiful sight.
I think I'll go make sure there's a bucket of water nearby. Just in case.
May 28th
Such an odd play. I wonder why they kept getting Aubrecht's name wrong.
May 20th
Such a pleasant chat with a Pontifex. I really do need to take his most gracious offer up and go visit Dominia. I have to study up before I do though! Learn more about this Magnus Rocks or whatever their king is named. I wonder what port it is they're referring to. East could mean Quivera. That'd be my guess. Oh well. Reggie will be interested in hearing this but I won't tell him about wanting to go visit. He'd not like that, I'm sure.
May 17th
It's been ages since I've been to a big formal dinner. Such fun! I'm so very glad there's dressmakers in the city who can easily fit something to me at such short notice. I've never met a Dominian before. I hope they speak good Common because I wouldn't know the first thing to say to them. I think Avey or something like that meants 'Hello!'
I simply must tell my darling about this. He's most interested in the Dominians. I wonder why they've brought so many large ships along. Is this a permanant visit or simply a port of call? So very curious!
May 15, 509
I had left Gesnor because of the strange sensations coming from the south. But it seems I left just before the king was assassinated. The poor Gesni. They must be in such a state of flux. I'm glad I left when I did. The last thing I want is to be caught up in someone elses civil war. I'd likely end up a hostage or something terrible!
I met one of Reggie's old friends, Vartran the priest of the Dragon Gods. Apparently that was the Red Sky, the sign of the return of the Dragons. I remember Portentate Elicie saying that was what he thought the sky was during the emergency Council meeting, one of the few I bothered to attend. Who knew our family seat could actually see the podium without squinting or using a visual enhancement? And Auntie said that in my parents' day it was CLOSER. Impressive. Even if that was by no small means a comment about my lack of magikal aptitude or lack of a family to re-instate our position. SHE could always marry if she wanted to. She's not -too- old to have a child, especially if I'm assisting the birth.
May the 13th.
I really do wish I knew what happened to dear Reginald Senior. Or is it Junior? Or does he simply go by Second? I don't know what is the proper term in the case but all the same...
None the less, there is work to be done here. And of course, I must not always work too hard. There is to be a celebration considering good news from Gesnor at a local pub. And they're welcoming whatever elves that are left in the city to join them as well. I've not seen the elves in ages. It's so very odd. Poor silly things. I wonder what news it is? Hopefully they've pushed back whatever horrible things lurk in Lindora. It's like watching a map burn in my head, only the fire is pitch black and cold and the paper itself screams as it is consumed.
Going out. Can't sleep again.
May the 10th, 509
Dear me, dear me. The flooding from the storm has done a lot of damage to the chapel. Perrit is surprised to see me rolling up my sleeves (so to speak!) and mopping up the floor. It's proved a fine learning example for me to show him how restorative magiks really do work. The 'memory' of the painting has helped restore it to the former glory. It's so hard to describe the abstract theories behind object 'memory' as opposed to personal soul memory. It's one thing to say 'Your body remembers you had an arm there' as opposed to 'The painting knows it's not supposed to have a big blurry wet splotch where the Mother's feet used to be.' Perrit shows promise, and it's always so NICE to have young men interested in the holy Mother.
Someone said something about a fight between a few of the guilds. The Mages assured me that they're not involved in this kind of ugly street brawling and I shouldn't worry myself, being a guest and whatnot. Besides; the city's street urchins know I don't carry coin on me but that I'll happily get them food or heal their bruises. I learned my lesson the first time they tried mugging me. Poor sweet things. I hope they'll take our missionary values at heart and accept the Mother's eternal love in place of the mothers they never knew.
May the 7th, 509
It's gotten dark rather quickly tonight. I had to light the candles earlier than I expected. Typically the sun doesn't set til-------------- *it appears the quill was scratched across the page in a fright with splatters of ink here and there*
Thank the sweet Mother the storm's dying down I don't think I peeked out from my room the entire time! It just made me feel all horrible inside and afraid for what might be lurking out in the vile weather. I haven't slept at all, nor opened my door to receive the meals the servants were bringing up. As shameful as it is to admit, I wish Reggie were here to let me know everything would be alright. But in all that plate he wears, his going out in a lightning storm might NOT be the best thing in the world...